The little prince Mahala was very relaxed, and when his army arrived, he only ordered Montenegro to be surrounded, but did not immediately launch an attack on Montenegro.

The people on Montenegro were not easy, and when they saw the arrival of the other party's army, everyone's hearts were shrouded in a layer of gloom.

It was estimated that the strength of the little prince should be about 30,000 people, plus the Zhula tribe, at most 40,000 people, but after the arrival of the main army of Mahara today, Gulaqin found that the strength of the main army of the little prince was definitely more than 30,000 people, and even more than 40,000 troops including the forward army, which was more than 10,000 people than expected.

Although this army was mixed with herdsmen from many tribes in the Qingluo steppe, its number was much higher than that of Gulaqin.

Gulaqin's 17,000 troops in the three peaks of Montenegro have been less than 14,000 so far, with heavy casualties, and although the Maha Vajra and Zhula tribes have also suffered a lot of losses, after the arrival of the main army, their total strength is still about 50,000.

There is also a strong Imperial Guard.

Zhuo Yanlun took a deep breath, approached Mahazang's side, and said softly: "Great Prince, Mahara is going to trap us here!" ”

"I know." At this moment, Mahazang's expression was still very calm: "It seems that I still underestimated Mahalo, and he was able to judge that I was guarding the right wing peak!" ”

"The eldest prince thinks he's already settled on your place?"

Mahazang touched his beard and said, "I may have made a mistake. He sat down slowly, "If I were him, I might have the same judgment." The three peaks of Montenegro, the head of the eagle is located in the middle, the importance of the three peaks is the highest, so it must be the most ferocious attack, and the left wing peak is located in the southern section, the Zhula people come from the south, the first to bear the brunt is the left wing peak, the left wing peak is also expected to be attacked by the Zhula people. In comparison, the three peaks, on the contrary, the right wing peak may face the least pressure, and Mahara may have judged that I would definitely stay at the right wing peak...... He didn't misjudge! ”

"Why didn't they attack?" Zhuo Yanlun was puzzled.

"Morale!" Mahazang sneered, "He wants to cool down the blood of our Gulaqin warriors. He wanted to face the endless enemy troops at the bottom of the mountain, and said lightly: "He wants to show his ability in front of me...... Paying the least price and making me submit is the greatest wish of his heart! ”

Zhuo Yanlun didn't ask again, and Chu Huan could also understand the meaning of the Maha Tibetan language.

It is true that Mahara has a heavy army in his hands, and if he attacks Montenegro at this time, he may really be able to capture Montenegro with his strong military strength, but at this moment, the Gulaqin people are still nervous, once the enemy attacks, they will definitely fight to the death, and even if the Mahara army really puts the flag on the mountain, the price paid will be extremely tragic.

But he didn't attack now, but made the Gulaqin people uneasy, in the face of the opponent's absolute strength, if he kept surrounding and not fighting like this, the tense spirit of the Gulaqin people would collapse sooner or later.

"The eldest prince, it seems that this time our Gulaqin is more auspicious." At this time, Zhuo Yanlun also had to face the reality, and said softly: "After it gets dark, I will mobilize manpower to observe the enemy's weak points, and the eldest prince will lead people to break out!" ”

"Breakout?" Mahazang suddenly laughed, "Zhuo Yanlun, do you think this prince will leave you alone?" ”

"Zhuo Yanlun has no such intention." Zhuo Yanlun shook his head and said, "But now, the status of the eldest prince is ...... noble!" ”

Mahazang shook his head and said, "I know you thought you were going to lose, but you were wrong. A hint of brilliance flashed in the depths of his eyes, "Zhuo Yanlun, everything has just begun, Mahara is here, don't think about leaving alive!" ”

His voice seemed quite confident, but Zhuo Yanlun behind him was unimpressed.

In this case, to be able to retreat with his whole body is already to beg God for his blessing, there is no need to say that he can turn defeat into victory and kill Mahara, he only feels that Mahazang is just a momentary heroic statement, and he can't be true.

On this day, until dark, the enemy army did not send a single soldier to attack, and after dark, all the peaks only felt that the enemy army was very likely to attack at night, and they were all in good spirits and on full alert.

Around Montenegro, bonfires are lit, the enemy army laughs and laughs, but it seems to be very lively, and the Gulaqin people on the mountain can even see the soldiers dancing and having fun by the enemy campfire.

Although they saw that the enemy had no intention of attacking, the Gulaqin people did not dare to take it lightly, and held out until midnight, when they suddenly galloped out of the opponent's formation, the Gulaqin people only thought that the enemy began to attack, and they were all in good spirits and ready to fight to the death, but they only saw that the other party sent several teams of men and horses were very scarce, and these teams of men and horses each ran to the three peaks of the Black Mountain, and when they reached the foot of the mountain, they protected them with shields, and began to shout loudly, but they were just to persuade the Gulaqin people on the mountain to lay down their arms and surrender, promising that as long as they lay down their weapons, they would not be guilty of the past.

These people who sent out to shout, the lines are exactly the same, the same, moving with affection, knowing with reason, claiming that Mahazang is the end of the poor crossbow, if you follow, it is nothing more than sending death in vain, and after death, you will be scolded by the descendants of Xiliang, and you will not get the name of a warrior, and mention that if you resist stubbornly, you will also affect your family after death, and even your family will be beaten as treason and have no place to bury when you die.

Occasionally, arrows were released from the mountain, all of which were covered by shields.

On this night, although the enemy did not attack, they sent men out to shout almost every other hour.

The next day, most of the Gulaqin people stayed up all night, they were a little tired, and they wanted to close their eyes and rest for a while, who knew that the enemy's war drums suddenly sounded, and the Gulaqin people hurriedly prepared for battle, and saw the enemy's heralds running back and forth under the mountain, thinking that the other party was going to start attacking, and after a long time, the other party still only sent people out to shout.

After another day like this, most of the Gulaqin people were exhausted, and the enemy beat the drum and shouted from time to time, disturbing the Gulaqin people, the Gulaqin people wanted to rest well, but every time the drum sounded, they were worried that the enemy would attack, and they could not get a good rest, although after each war drum, they did not see the other party really attack, but no one dared to be sure which one of the other party would really attack, and never dared to take it lightly, the enemy army under the mountain seemed very relaxed, and the Gulaqin people on the mountain were always nervous.

Chu Huan saw it and knew that Mahara was purely a kind of psychological warfare.

There is no doubt that the previous battle has made Maharaja understand the resistance of the Gulaqin people, and he naturally understands that if he continues to attack, he can only shed more blood.

Thousands of Tariq warriors have already been corpsed in Black Mountain, and such sacrifices, Mahara must also be difficult to accept, in order to reduce losses, this psychological tactic is used.

Although this will not be able to solve the battle quickly, and tens of thousands of horses will be consumed in large quantities every day, if it lasts for one more day, there will be more pressure on the psychology of the Gulaqin people, and this pressure will eventually lead to collapse.

From the faces of the Gulaqin people, Chu Huan not only saw exhaustion, but also restlessness.

The Gulaqin people endured an ordeal that lasted for three days, during which the enemy army charged towards Montenegro several times, and when the Gulaqin people were ready to fight, the other side suddenly turned around and returned to their own position.

More and more people are becoming anxious and irritable, and it is difficult to wake up from tiredness, even after some people have fallen asleep.

Zhuo Yanlun's face became more and more ugly day by day, and after a few days, Mahazang seemed to be more and more calm, and at dusk, he suddenly asked Chu Huan beside him: "Brother, did you say that Qu Lujin and they have begun to attack?" ”

"If nothing else, they've attacked!" Chu Huan looked at the remnant sun in the west: "If everything goes well, Mahara may get the news soon." He turned his head to look at Mahazang and asked: "Prince, with all due respect, it seems that the other party's troops are more than imagined, and in the past few days, the morale of the generals on the mountain has been greatly reduced. ”

Mahazang looked at Chu Huan and smiled, he didn't look tired, but he looked very energetic, "As long as they send people away, we will have a greater grasp...... It's almost time, it's time to ......! When the time came, Chu Huan frowned, not understanding what he meant by "when the time comes".

Chu Huan's prediction was not wrong, Mahoro had already received a military report at this time, and more than a dozen patriarchs who came from the Qingluo steppe were shocked one by one at this time, crying in Mahaluo's tent.

"Little prince, they suddenly appear like ghosts, kill people when they see them, and burn tents when they see them." One of the surviving patriarchs cried: "If I hadn't gone fast, I would have died under their sabers!" ”

"Little prince, send troops back quickly, if it's too late, there will be countless tribes to suffer."

Maharaja sat back in a chair, his face was a little ugly, his stature was slightly shorter than that of Mahazang, but he was very strong, with a tiger's back and a bear's waist, eyes like copper bells, big earrings on his ears, thick lips, and large eyes but small pupils in the big eyes, which looked tricky and spicy.

"How many people are there?"

"Thousands of people ......!"

"No, there are 10,000 people!" Someone next to him immediately retorted, "Little prince, their people are overwhelming, and they can't count, at least there are tens of thousands. ”

"10,000 people?" A person next to him said with a sad face: "Not to mention ten thousand people, I only see their cavalry everywhere, and their men and horses have spread all over the Qingluo Grassland......!" ”

Mahara snorted coldly and said, "Ten thousand? This prince asks you, "Where did the ten thousand people come from in Mahazang?" Where did he transfer 10,000 people from? Swept over the group of patriarchs, "And it's still cavalry, even if he really secretly dispatched the Gulaqin cavalry to attack the Qingluo grassland, where did the tens of thousands of cavalry come from?" It is impossible for Gulaqin to have so many war horses, let alone so many elite cavalry. And if it was such a huge cavalry, why did Prince Ben know nothing when they entered the Qingluo Prairie? It is impossible for such a huge cavalry corps to slip past the eyes of Prince Ben silently......! ”

All the patriarchs are full of sadness, until now, no one can say how many cavalry poured into the Qingluo grassland, everyone only knows that the group of cavalry came and went without a trace, only burning, not looting.

"Where's your centaurs?" Mahala frowned and said, "As the head of the clan, all of them fled in disarray, what about your warriors?" Why are they all like lost dogs? ”

"Little prince, where do we have how many soldiers and horses do we have?" A patriarch said helplessly: "Those who can fight either enter the guards, or follow them to the Qin State, and the rest will also follow the little prince to conquer Gulaqin, who knows that Mahazang is so cunning, taking advantage of our emptiness, to send troops to sneak attack." ”

The Qingluo Grassland is the territory of the Maha clan, and the large and small tribes of the Qingluo Grassland are also branches of the Maha Clan, and the soldiers of the Babaitu and Tariq guards are almost all warriors of the tribes of the Qingluo Grassland, except for some who followed Xiao Tianwen to the Qin State, most of the people who can fight well in the Qingluo Grassland have followed the Maharaja to the Black Mountain.

At this moment, a report came from outside the tent, "Report, Zhula Lishe, the patriarch of the Zhula tribe, asks to see the little prince!" ”

Mahala raised his hand and said, "Let him in!" ”

Soon, with the sound of sobbing, a thin old man who was over half a hundred years old had already entered the tent, with a handful of snot and tears: "Little prince, Mahazang took advantage of the emptiness of my Heishui River troops and sent 30,000 iron horsemen to attack the banks of the Heishui River, and more than a dozen tribes on the banks of my Heishui River have been burned and killed, and I implore the little prince to send troops and horses to return to help with my Jula tribe!" ”